when those red berries come in springtime is a very distant thing
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? I don't know, whose house is it to enjoy? The wind has embroidered a Chinese dress for you, and the rain has washed your face. Liao Luohan sang softly for you, and the lonely geese screamed for you. Whose feelings, whose grievances and whose thoughts are the eternal tears? The lush acacia trees all over the mountain are clustered with little yellow flowers. After the yellow flowers wither, acacia beans fall, one point, two points, three points, ten million points, a little bit of acacia.
So I want to pick a handful of red beans, stick them between my fingers, and watch them slide gently in the crystal water, splashing some acacia. Red is harsh and clear. Infatuation is so deep. Maybe it's not a rose, but it's been red for thousands of years, brilliant for thousands of years, and it's solidified the vows forever. Every year, the desk is covered with plain notes and pink tears, and there are idiotic words in calligraphy. Those red beans are the heart, the heart is soul-to-heart, and the breath is heavily printed between your heart and mine, bearing in mind the distant and continuous love.
red beans, thousands of years ago, you were lonely, and the fragrance was secreted from your heart. How far is it? Look at the white clouds that have thrown into your heart, and listen to the whispers when the bright moon shines on you. Far away, maybe not far. You used to be beautiful in the pastoral area, you were drunk in the poems of the Tang Dynasty, you smiled in the poems of the Song Dynasty, and you were soaked with acacia when you left. I caressed your grace, and your fingertips conveyed your tender feelings like jade. The heart is trembling, can you remember the meeting in your previous life in this life?
What is acacia? No one cares about it long ago.
Do you know that I am here silently missing acacia? Chewing on the tangled grievances of Sansheng III. Whose eyes are blurred in red beans? The previous life agreed to be together in this life, but the oath was still in my ear, but it was blown away by the sudden wind. Maybe that's why you tossed and turned, wanting to welcome but refusing. Too many disturbances in the world made you forget the Covenant, and you can't remember me. It's annoying to laugh hard, and it's annoying to leave sorrow. It's the people with a clear heart who are annoyed. The swing in the wall is outside the road, and the beautiful woman in the wall laughs. Laughter fades into silence, but affection turns into heartless annoyance.
No one has to ask questions about lovesickness, but it's sentimental and heartless. How many people know what the Buddha really means when he shows flowers to the public? Plum blossoms are fragrant and far away, and the proud cold blooms alone. The crane is light and tall, and Yu Xiang is flying together. I am willing to wait, when you remember the past life, maybe you still don't remember this life, I am willing to wait, and then wait for the next life when you remember! No matter what my life, I will never drink that Meng Po soup. One of us must be awake, even if you don't care, but I don't mind, because I know that in the world of mortals, you lost your true self, and only I can arouse your true memory. Leave a red bean, inscribed: never leave! I will wait for you to come back. As always, it is like a flower smile.
Drunk and lying in the city that never sleeps, neon everywhere
How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang. Ten million people, I am going. Wine is the best friend when you are away. Looking at the colorful neon outside the window, it is clearly the auspicious cloud that you trod lightly in those days. I looked at it gawkingly and reached out to touch it, but there was no trace. Alas, it turned out to be vanity. There will always be a drunken fan in the world of mortals, singing and dancing. There are people who don't return every night, and more than one person is drunk. I'm drunk, but how can I sleep? It's your beautiful image that comes to mind all the time. I'm used to seeing others singing and laughing at night, just because everyone in the world of mortals doesn't know the truth and true love. Only romantic, dissolute is chic and romantic, but I don't know, that acacia red bean is soaked in distant tears before it is bright red today.
I sipped the wine, bit by bit, and I missed you from the depths of my memory, your smile, your charm, and every bit when I was with you ... I gently leaned into my arms and held that red bean. The voice of "Never give up" echoed in the clouds, the hair around my ears was gradually stained with autumn frost, and the wine was "youthful geometry". I didn't feel that my hair was gray. Looking back at the sunset, the lanterns were just rising, and thousands of trees were blooming in the east wind night. You didn't wake up in this world, and I am still waiting for you here in the afterlife.
The wine glass is full of amorous feelings.
The bright moon sends acacia thousands of miles away, the ice wheel often turns, the jade rabbit contains smoke, but are you the one with wide sleeves? Raise a glass to the moon, and the moon is silent. Bow down and invite flowers, and flowers are silent. It's just that drinking alone is tasteless, so let's drink alone. I have pushed thousands of cups and thousands of lamps, and my infatuation is overflowing in the cups and lamps. Between the shadows and the west winds, the yellow flowers have been cold for thousands of years, and the plain months have been cold for thousands of years. Between heaven and earth, who is infinite in amorous feelings? I've been alone for a hundred years. Nanshan Taogong's old wine, under my fence, is all flowing water. Su Wuyang in the north, under my east slope, is delicious. The entrance is bitter.
I have no choice but to leave my sorrow. I look back and look up and down. Bow your head with a cup and a cup, but drink the endless parting in your previous life and this life. Permission to see your shadow in the glass. I muttered to myself. That mellow jade liquid nectar is clear and thorough. Look intently, is it really you? It was you who repeatedly asked, the cup was drunk, it went drunk, fell lightly on the ground, and the sound was broken with tiredness, and the wine went into the mud and disappeared. You have disappeared. I got angry and let go. Idiot, where do you indulge in amorous feelings, overflowing with that eternal intoxicating beauty.
I am most willing to forget the poems of the ancients, and I am most dismissive of acacia.
Poetry is a pleasure, and things happen for a reason, not because of human resources. I want to think hard and seek the reunion of the next life and the idiot. Although the ancient poems are beautiful and the chapters are beautiful, I can't know the stupidity of my heart. Forget it, don't remember it. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, mountains or mountains, water or water. Empty sleeves, breeze two or three lines. Write down a different kind of words, saying that you are obsessed with it. The ancient poems were shelved and left for other years to be rewarded with Qing. Without you, how can I know that elegant charm? The breeze and I can't read, so why turn over the books?
the world thinks I'm crazy, and I laugh at the world for being too crazy. It's silly to be alone, and I'm surprised that the world doesn't know the truth. Disregard is only due to the confusion of the world of mortals, and love is only willing to be blue and peaceful. In the storm, I can't hold your hand, for fear that you will start up and cry. Don't be afraid of idiots. When you get to know me, you won't have to be afraid anymore. Laugh and let him go, I will do my own thing. When I see you again, no matter how stormy it is, I won't let go of your hand. Hold your hand, grow old with your son, one day is a lifetime, and the old age is a hundred years.
I'm afraid of people laughing and seeing clearly.
I built a humble room at the foot of Nanshan, with a low eaves and green grass on the stream. There are several beds of white chrysanthemums and several places of maple and laurel. Returning to the wild goose to write about lovesickness, Western jackdaw's voice was bleak. Only the shadows are here, and there is always peace in my heart. Look at the mountains all over the place, and the layers of forests are all dyed. Listen to the sound of maple red, the sound of long grass, and the natural sounds are naturally wonderful. I am often laughed at in this life because I am stupid. Am I afraid of people laughing? Laugh and laugh. I also smile, night is still young, the road ahead is long. Under the moon, dyed with maple leaves, smelling Gui Xiang, playing flute lightly, singing a few short songs, singing autumn wind, and stressing the spring. Quietly watching you lost in the world of mortals.
Love turns from deep to thin, and it's naive to say that it's still cold. Life after life, never leave! Red beans are in my hand again, feeling her endless love. Suddenly a thought of hiding came and I was shocked. Why am I afraid? Is it really afraid of being seen clearly? Smile quietly left, eyes full of broken pain. Love can't be loved, and it must be scattered until it comes to an end, unless the heavens and the earth are closed and the river is exhausted. Look at a river of spring water flowing east, and look back to make it clear and soft. A billowing wave of light, where to leave people to return to. The number of return trips, the long pavilion is shorter. I am the peak on the top of the mountain, and the lonely shadow makes people gossip, and there is nowhere to talk about it.
Spring came to see the red beans bloom again, but there was no lover to pick them.
Spring left and spring came again, and the flowers were still there. Anyone here? Where is the Iraqi? Peach blossoms reflect Bixi, and when do you leave the mood and compete with Liumian? Red beans are not seen, and yellow flowers are on the lips. Haggard and worn, hard to pick. No one picks red beans to bloom, and when Qing is away, who will wear them with? You can't scratch your head, so stay and sing with Dongjun. I want to cherish spring and try to keep her footsteps. Oh, no, I'd better send it home. Go and come back in spring, summer, autumn and winter. This life is easy, and the next life can come quickly. The days of being alone are long and unbearable. Spring, go quickly.
the fragrant path in the small garden was once your old haunt, and the empty mountains and valleys were once your favorite places to laugh. Bamboo streams are surrounded by wind chimes. Did you come back? Has spring really come or gone? On Qixi night, you weren't there. Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet again and invite me to drink. They are still asking about you. I just said: I'll wait. Cowherd inserted a flower for Weaver Girl, and I smiled. Their children are lovely. Home, that's it. That night, I was so drunk that when I came back, I picked a cloud and made a beautiful dress for you when you came back. Dancing to find out the shadow, what is it like on earth? After the reunion of Cowherd and Weaver Girl, I lived in Xiuchun Mountain next door.
fireworks hold a romantic mood, but the truth is not there?
I often hate that this body is not mine, and I am born not free. Only the heart is far away, not afraid of time and space. Relying on Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea is likely to swallow the sky. In Jiangshan painting, there are several disputes between heroes and heroes. How much romance, but not the time wasted. The iron halberd sinks the sand, and what a heroic spirit it sinks. E Huang Nvying, crying is full of Hunan women's feelings. Disappear, what dissipates is ordinary feelings, don't dream of love. Singing songs and chanting are very lovesick and loving from chaos. Where is the truth? The truth is in my heart.
Let off a fireworks, and it will soar into the sky. At the apex of life, it will bloom with a different kind of beauty. Angry red, gorgeous and breathtaking. Just like my red beans. Is the past gone when the wind blows? What is scattered in the wind is the legend of you and me. Can anyone remember in time that someone had waited so long? The amorous feelings of fireworks in full bloom soothed my thoughts a little. Deep-rooted mind, through the blue sky, through the grave, thinking of my idiot, can you feel it? No, no, no, don't be unresponsive. I can't believe the truth is not there.
in the palm of your hand, it's that red bean-never give up! I shout at the sea, the blue sky, the white clouds and the breeze!
waiting for you. Acacia is unforgettable.
she stood under the horse and looked at him sadly, speechless. After a long time, I gently took something out and put it in the palm of Xiao Tong's hand. She said, "In the past, a woman turned tears into blood and turned it into acacia beans. Now I pay you with a pair of red beans. If you return early, my concubine should be spared this. Otherwise, I hope you can see beans like people in the future."
he won't go there, and he'll never return. As Hui Niang expected, the world was never as simple as he thought. He wanted to marry her, and was blamed by more than one party. He is a prince, too. He is older than ordinary people, but his manners are as strict as the sky.
"The palace gate is as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang has been a passer-by ever since." With the sadness that there was no way to buckle the Golden Gate, Hui Niang became lovesick, and when he came back, it was already beautiful and the grass was thin.
Xiao Tong didn't cry or howl, but planted two red beans with his own hands and returned to Beijing. After returning to Beijing, he became ill and died a few months later.
This should be a legend, but it's as sad and charming as any virtuous man or woman in the official history books, and it's sincere to see the essence of heaven and earth. After hundreds of years, two red bean trees planted by Xiao Tong suddenly folded together, their trunks merged into one, and the upper branches were still divided into two.
Wang Wei, a native of the Tang Dynasty, had a feeling when he saw the tree's heart, and wrote the famous poem Red Bean, which spread all over the world-
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches, take home an armful, for my sake and as a symbol of our love.
I have no way to guess whether Wang Wei's so-called lovesickness is the thought of loving each other or the thought of his hometown. Also, who is this poem written by Wang Wei? However, no speculation also means that there can be infinite speculation. If there must be this person, I hope it is the princess of the Tang Dynasty who once appeared in his life. Many years later, he told her that I had to go at that time, because I was one step away from falling in love.
Just one step away, it's acacia, not love, and feelings are like dust, which is so nuanced.
He is smart and cherished, knowing that he can't afford to love her, a princess who only has Xue Shao in his heart. Maybe when he saw red beans, he thought of Prince Zhaoming and Hui Niang, and he also thought of himself and Princess Taiping, all of which were feelings of regret.
In A Dream of Red Mansions, Baoyu sang the red bean song well: "I can't stop loving my heart and tears and throw red beans ..." It was already the Qing Dynasty. Look, Wang Wei's poems have been handed down in this way, causing future generations to send acacia with red beans, which has become a customary practice. Good poetry has such touching effect and function.
but the world is also harsh on good things. The wider it spreads, the more people it contacts, and the deeper and wider it will be. It should be "give one for ten", which can stand the test. Not only literary masterpieces, but also love poems should have this magnanimity.
In the "An Shi Rebellion", Li Guinian, a famous musician, sang Wang Wei's red bean poems in Changsha, which was far away from the meaning of missing the motherland. The war and displacement made people less meaningful and lingering, and more sad in reality. Du Fu's poem "Red beans peck at parrot grains, green trees perch on old phoenix branches" also has this idea. After the mid-Tang Dynasty, the meaning of the word "red bean" changed from simply referring to love to thinking about one's homeland.
By the end of Ming and the beginning of Qing Dynasty, the Manchu entered the customs and the Han people were inspired by national integrity, which made the image more clear. In the poems of adherents of the Ming Dynasty, not only the "red bean" extended from symbolizing the lovesickness of men and women to the thoughts of the old country, but also the words "Southland", "Biwu" and "lovesickness" turned to symbolize the Nanming regime, which was opposed to the Manchu Dynasty. For example, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Qian Qianyi expressed his love of looking south for eternity by noting Du Fu's poem "on meeting li guinian down the river", and used the metaphor of "I miss Liu Rushi after parting, and I will eventually live in Biwu Branch", so the thought of my motherland is also obvious.
From Prince Zhaoming to Wang Wei, from Qian Qianyi to Cao Xueqin, and from Cao Xueqin to the present. Red bean trees, red bean poems, red bean words, red bean songs, red bean songs … are endless.
we, who have been talking about acacia for generations, are not tired of being satisfied. Whether it's lust or not. Because of the impermanence of the world and sentient beings, I haven't boiled red beans into lingering wounds for you, and I haven't enjoyed the beautiful scenery. How can I let go?